An Aussie in their midst
Chapter 7- Heroes one, Gestapo nil
Summary- The heroes get yet another victory over the Gestapo.
Disclaimer- I don't own the heroes, but Freed-Cot is mine!
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews. I'm trying to get this finished off, I really am!
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Newkirk and Carter walked briskly down the winding corridors of the headquarters, trying to locate Freed-Cots cell. They knew the number (Kinch had rung earlier and requested the information in his 'don't mess with me I'm a grumpy German voice') it was just hard to work out where on earth the prison block was.
Finally Carter saw a sign that pointed to the cells.
"This way." He muttered to Newkirk and they strode down the corridor, trying to find no. 14.
They found it, and Carter went to stand watch, while Newkirk inconspicuously picked the lock on Freed-Cots cell, trying to make it look completely normal.
The door swung open after a couple minutes of work, and Newkirk stepped in. Freed-Cot was lying on his bunk, when the door opened. He jumped up when Newkirk came in.
"Look you dingbat, I've already told you, I don't know anything about your bloody underground!"
"That's good to hear. Now, do you wanna get out of here, or do we leave you in your cell?" Newkirk said hurriedly, they didn't have very much time before Hochsetter got back from the fake escape.
"You're a Pom?" Freed-Cot sounded surprised, but then he recognised Newkirk, "you're from the prison camp! Why on earth are you here?"
"No time to explain Kangaroo boy, we have to go." Newkirk sounded quite insulted by the Pom comment.
"Sweet. Let's get moving!" Freed-Cot leapt up, grabbed his beloved slouch hat and followed Newkirk.
"Not yet." Newkirk said, he reached under his jacket and produced a Gestapo uniform, "put it on, then you won't be so conspicuous. But no talking, they'd pick your accent out anywhere."
Newkirk went outside and gave Carter a wave to come and do his job. Then he took up a position standing watch.
Carter walked to the cell and dropped some explosives so that the cell would blow. He also dropped in the corner some stuff that would make it look like Freed-Cot had died. They were hoping it looked like the underground had killed freed-Cot before he could talk.
His job done Carter stuck his head out of the cell, gave Newkirk a thumbs up and they shut the door, replaced the lock, grabbed Freed-Cot and headed off down the corridor the way they had come.
It took forever for them to arrive back at the reception desk where they left Colonel Hogan. First Newkirk had gotten them lost and then Freed-cot had almost got them all shot as spies when he stubbed his toe and swore loudly in a very un-German accent.
It had taken Carter a lot of explaining. He wasn't quite sure the officer who questioned them believed that Freed-Cot was 'trying to get into character to infiltrate a prison camp as an Australian.'
They sped up a bit after that.
When the trio finally arrived back where they left Colonel Hogan he was looking like he was running out of things to shout at the receptionist for.
He saw them and let out a huge sigh of relief, which he covered up with a cough. Then he started shouting at the receptionist again, this time for having the place so dusty. Whipping out his clipboard Hogan blocked the receptionists view as Newkirk, Carter and Freed-Cot walked to the exit.
They were out of the building.
"Well, I will be back sometime next week, be ready then. Fix all the problems I've told you about. See you later." Hogan said to the quivering mess that had once been the receptionist.
With that Colonel Hogan turned and walked briskly from the building.
He almost fainted when as soon as he left the building Major Hochsetter and his goons rushed into the building as fast as they could run. The major was shouting louder than Hogan had ever heard him. He decided now was a good time to get out of there quickly.
Running around the corner Hogan found Newkirk, Carter and Freed-Cot already in the truck.
"Let's get out of here, there is one very grumpy Major in Gestapo headquarters."
"Good idea sir!" Newkirk exclaimed, putting his foot on the accelerator and driving away from the headquarters.
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Ok, that's it for this chapter, I know it's not very much. And there wasn't very much Aussie in this chap but I have to get to Hockey and I wanted to post something.
Thanks for being patient! PLEASE REVIEW!-Capt.Cow
Summary- The heroes get yet another victory over the Gestapo.
Disclaimer- I don't own the heroes, but Freed-Cot is mine!
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews. I'm trying to get this finished off, I really am!
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Newkirk and Carter walked briskly down the winding corridors of the headquarters, trying to locate Freed-Cots cell. They knew the number (Kinch had rung earlier and requested the information in his 'don't mess with me I'm a grumpy German voice') it was just hard to work out where on earth the prison block was.
Finally Carter saw a sign that pointed to the cells.
"This way." He muttered to Newkirk and they strode down the corridor, trying to find no. 14.
They found it, and Carter went to stand watch, while Newkirk inconspicuously picked the lock on Freed-Cots cell, trying to make it look completely normal.
The door swung open after a couple minutes of work, and Newkirk stepped in. Freed-Cot was lying on his bunk, when the door opened. He jumped up when Newkirk came in.
"Look you dingbat, I've already told you, I don't know anything about your bloody underground!"
"That's good to hear. Now, do you wanna get out of here, or do we leave you in your cell?" Newkirk said hurriedly, they didn't have very much time before Hochsetter got back from the fake escape.
"You're a Pom?" Freed-Cot sounded surprised, but then he recognised Newkirk, "you're from the prison camp! Why on earth are you here?"
"No time to explain Kangaroo boy, we have to go." Newkirk sounded quite insulted by the Pom comment.
"Sweet. Let's get moving!" Freed-Cot leapt up, grabbed his beloved slouch hat and followed Newkirk.
"Not yet." Newkirk said, he reached under his jacket and produced a Gestapo uniform, "put it on, then you won't be so conspicuous. But no talking, they'd pick your accent out anywhere."
Newkirk went outside and gave Carter a wave to come and do his job. Then he took up a position standing watch.
Carter walked to the cell and dropped some explosives so that the cell would blow. He also dropped in the corner some stuff that would make it look like Freed-Cot had died. They were hoping it looked like the underground had killed freed-Cot before he could talk.
His job done Carter stuck his head out of the cell, gave Newkirk a thumbs up and they shut the door, replaced the lock, grabbed Freed-Cot and headed off down the corridor the way they had come.
It took forever for them to arrive back at the reception desk where they left Colonel Hogan. First Newkirk had gotten them lost and then Freed-cot had almost got them all shot as spies when he stubbed his toe and swore loudly in a very un-German accent.
It had taken Carter a lot of explaining. He wasn't quite sure the officer who questioned them believed that Freed-Cot was 'trying to get into character to infiltrate a prison camp as an Australian.'
They sped up a bit after that.
When the trio finally arrived back where they left Colonel Hogan he was looking like he was running out of things to shout at the receptionist for.
He saw them and let out a huge sigh of relief, which he covered up with a cough. Then he started shouting at the receptionist again, this time for having the place so dusty. Whipping out his clipboard Hogan blocked the receptionists view as Newkirk, Carter and Freed-Cot walked to the exit.
They were out of the building.
"Well, I will be back sometime next week, be ready then. Fix all the problems I've told you about. See you later." Hogan said to the quivering mess that had once been the receptionist.
With that Colonel Hogan turned and walked briskly from the building.
He almost fainted when as soon as he left the building Major Hochsetter and his goons rushed into the building as fast as they could run. The major was shouting louder than Hogan had ever heard him. He decided now was a good time to get out of there quickly.
Running around the corner Hogan found Newkirk, Carter and Freed-Cot already in the truck.
"Let's get out of here, there is one very grumpy Major in Gestapo headquarters."
"Good idea sir!" Newkirk exclaimed, putting his foot on the accelerator and driving away from the headquarters.
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Ok, that's it for this chapter, I know it's not very much. And there wasn't very much Aussie in this chap but I have to get to Hockey and I wanted to post something.
Thanks for being patient! PLEASE REVIEW!-Capt.Cow